First, you try the “casual squat and wiggle” method in the bathroom. You’re basically doing a secret dance that looks like you dropped a contact lens. It’s a full-body audit that makes you grateful no one walks in.
You then move to the toilet test. You sit, you strain a little (for science), and you check the water. No string? No tampon? The lack of evidence is suddenly terrifying. It’s like finding your cat staring at a wall—you assume something illegal is happening.
At this point, you start bargaining with the universe. “Please let it be a weird muscle spasm,” you whisper. You convince yourself that what you’re feeling is just a rogue gas bubble or the ghost of a tampon from three periods ago. Denial is a cozy sweater, even if it’s itchy.
The Memory Palace of Menstruation
You try to retrace your steps. Was it the one with the light blue wrapper? Or the purple one that always feels a little dry? Your memory is suddenly as reliable as a Wi-Fi signal in a basement. You can recall the plot of a TV show from 1997, but not what you did with a piece of cotton twelve hours ago.
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You start texting your best friend with vague, cryptic messages. “Hey. Quick question. Hypothetically.” She knows exactly what you mean because she’s been there too. It’s a sisterhood of panic that spans continents, linked by the shared terror of a lost applicator.
We all do the “two-finger sweep” (you know the one), which is just as elegant as it sounds. You become a spelunker, exploring a cave you didn’t sign up to tour. If you feel something, your heart drops. If you feel nothing, you panic more. It’s a lose-lose scenario designed by a sadistic mall kiosk owner.
